Revenge After Death

Rachel asked, "Is it possible for Stephie to change back? She's quite scary in her current state."

Steven replied, "She's fine, no matter what."

She expressed her concern. "But don't you think she's a bit intimidating? She's too calm. I still prefer the old Stephie.'

He reassured her, saying, "She's fine."

She remarked, "But she seems so aloof."

He retorted, "No, she's good enough. The important thing is she's still alive. She has emotions, and at least she understands the value of friendship."

His voice was husky and full of emotion as if my understanding of friendship was worthy of his deep feelings.

I gradually opened my eyes and realized that I had dozed off while leaning against the wall. Rachel continued to pray and talk to Steven, using it as a way to shift her focus.

"Is it true that she's unable to change back? How frightening it'll be the day she fully recovers her memory." Rachel's voice quivered with a hint of apprehension.

She was scared, afraid that I would reject everyone.

"You once mentioned that Stephanie used to be emotionally detached. What would happen if she were to return to her previous state? She would surely reject us once more...

"She really doesn't seem to understand what love is." Rachel feared that I would no longer seek friendship nor harbor any affection for Steven.

Steven lowered his gaze, feeling a tinge of disappointment. Yet, he mustered the courage to say, "I just want her to live."

live but live

remaining 20% is all about Stephie... You're a

vehemently rejected Rachel's statement. "No... it can be all

affection. She threw out the pebbles with a look of disdain and fixed her gaze on the closed wall before

back," Steven said with

to prevent them from escaping, pulling them back at every opportunity. Hence, even if there were two geniuses among them, they might not make it out quickly and

who

brightened, and he rushed over to hug

actually didn't mind his affectionate gestures and let him

sure yet," he

hear movement coming

slammed her hand against the wall, desperately trying to get the attention of those

waste your effort. There's a layer of sound insulation inside," I

heard a faint sound. Now, they

click, the

injured Howard, and seven or eight others were the only ones who

I asked

also inquired with

concern. "Carol called out Simmy's name and bolted in another direction. The stone door shifted, and we

It appeared that a few of them were

murderer! He's the one behind all of this, tormenting

were